Tristan Trilogy- Story 3

CHAPTER 29

Kevin stood inside the door watching her as she slept. It was eight AM but the house was deadly quiet. Tristan had kicked the covers into a pile at the foot of the bed and now she lay curled up in a ball, trying to keep warm. Weariness hadn’t allowed her to wake enough to pull the duvet back up and cover herself. Her hands were clasped together, pressing a cell phone against her breasts. Kevin felt a small stab of guilt.

He had just had a brief ‘discussion’ with Mason in the hallway. Mason had checked on Tristan and was backing out of their room when Kevin had started down the hall. When Mason had turned to find Kevin walking towards him, he had straightened defiantly and crossed his arms as if he were barring Kevin from entering his own bedroom. Kevin could see that he was approaching a battle zone although Mason’s heroic stance was somewhat weakened by the wisps of blue chiffon that hung below the hem of his bathrobe. Mason had finally stepped aside but not until giving Kevin a huge piece of his mind, complete with quotes from Tristan’s rant of the day before.

Now he stood in the semi-darkness and studied his wife, trying to get into her mind and hoping he had done the right thing. When he removed his jacket and went to lay it across the chair, he saw the suitcase on the floor. It was open and Kevin could see that it had been packed with Tristan’s things. They were supposed to do a wrap-up today and weren’t planning to leave until Wednesday afternoon. He had already told Tristan that there was room in his bags for the things she had bought. His confusion evaporated when he realized that Tristan must have already made plans to leave and that she wasn’t going to wait until tomorrow. She wasn’t going to wait for him, either.

When he left the meeting on Sunday, he was, as his father used to say, ‘boiling beans in his ass’. He was furious about so many things at one time that it was impossible to focus on any one issue although the fear of ultimate betrayal by his brother weighed heaviest on his mind. He felt like he was going to snap. He didn’t wish this shit on any of the guys but resented the fact that he and Tristan seemed to be singled out for special punishment. He went back to his room and paced. Then he left the hotel alone and headed for the seedier side of Copenhagen where he easily scored some weed, cocaine and a little speed.

Kevin had become an expert at rationalization. He wasn’t worried. He didn’t use enough to get hooked. Look at Brian - he was okay. Kevin ignored the fact that, although he had only snorted five or six times in the last seven or eight weeks, his impulses to do so had different triggers than Brian’s. For one thing, Brian’s use wasn’t based on impulse at all. His ingestion was usually pre-meditated and actually quite rare. The powder he had snorted at the Jive party wasn’t his and the little bit he took with him to Sweden, he’d had for a long time. About the only thing he contacted Bobby G. for these days was the occasional ounce of weed. Even that had been months ago. He still had most of it. The couple of times that Brian had taken Kevin out for a hit, Kevin had been too agitated to even notice that Brian wasn’t joining him.

Kevin’s craving was purely ego induced - at least so far. If he had stopped to consider what prompted his use over the past several weeks, he would have seen that whenever he felt personally threatened - that is, when he felt forced to question or doubt his own manhood - he had found solace, control and self esteem in a fine white line. Unfortunately, the drug did nothing to encourage faith and trust. Over time, it could easily give birth to fear and paranoia. Kevin tended justify his few encounters by equating a small line of coke with a couple of shots of bourbon. It was an occasional thing. It wouldn’t become a problem. It was just a passing fancy that he would put away soon. He even tried to tell himself that it was purely social. It was, of course, the complete opposite for him. He hadn’t snorted when he was relaxed, happy and ready to party. He had done it when he was angry, lonely and afraid.

Kevin hadn’t put aside his jealousy over the pictures of Jerald and Tristan. Far from it. He didn’t believe for a moment that those pictures were completely innocent and it tore him up inside. He had expected her to call him, to ease his anguish, but the call never came. Looking at her now, he realized that he should have been the one to call, especially after what Mason had told him about her feelings. He had thought of her when he was in Copenhagen. He was thinking of her when he returned to his hotel room after making his purchases. She was the one on his mind when he had slipped the note under AJ’s door Sunday night and she was in his heart when he boarded a plane in Denmark and flew to Paris.

But she didn’t know that. All she knew was that he was angry, that he hadn’t come home with the others, that he had disappeared and that he hadn’t called. It was no wonder that she had packed a bag. Kevin pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his sandals. He should wake her up and talk to her but he wanted her to sleep for a little while longer. He wanted to climb into the bed behind her and hold her for a few minutes. He wanted her to wake up in his arms feeling safe and loved. A positive reaction to his touch would make him feel safe and loved, as well. More than anything, he needed for her to want him. He knew this was asking a lot from her right now. She had probably fallen asleep feeling abandoned and alone. He unbuttoned his jeans, slid them down his legs and crawled up behind her, bringing the duvet with him.

Even in her semi-conscious state, Tristan was aware of his long, lean body pressing against her back. She felt his arm pushing itself under her torso and gently pulling her back against his chest while his other arm snaked around her from the opposite direction. He pulled the phone from her hands and dropped it onto the floor before lifting the hem of her short gown and placing his hand on her bare belly. Soon his hairy legs had tangled themselves with hers and his hand was moving on her stomach in small, soothing circles. When his tender touch was rewarded with flutters and kicks, she felt him press his lips on the back of her shoulder and she began to cry.

"You don't have to stay. I know you're mad…."

"Tris…."

"I know what you think, Kevin. I saw the pictures, too…"

"Look at me, baby…" he whispered as he tried to turn her toward him.

Tristan stiffened, refusing to be moved. She couldn't bear to look at him right now.

"NO!" she cried, squirming against his embrace. "Just..just please give me my letter before you go."

She fought to move away from him, but Kevin held her tightly, refusing to let her go. The harder she fought him, the tighter he held her until, finally, frustration and hurt overcame her once again and her body went slack, acknowledging defeat. He turned her to her back and leaned over her face, brushing away strands of her hair that stuck to her wet cheeks. Her eyes were tightly closed.

"Look at me, Tris…"

"I can't… can't…" she whimpered.

She could feel him fumbling with the pearl buttons of her gown.

"Yes you can, baby…"

His hand separated the soft fabric and it fell to the sides of her body. The palm of his right hand pressed into the soft underside of her breast, gently lifting and squeezing as his thumb brushed lightly across her nipple. Kevin watched her as her lips parted and her breathing shallowed. Her eyes had not opened.

"Watch me, Tristan…"

"No…."

"Watch me love you…"

With those words, Kevin's mouth covered the hardened bud on her breast and he began to suck gently. Soon, his suckling grew fiercer and Tristan could feel his teeth on her. She gasped and pushed her body up to meet his mouth. Her eyes had opened and she was holding her breath, trying desperately not to take any pleasure in Kevin's seduction. When he detached himself she exhaled in relief but then she felt his goatee moving across her body and knew that her struggle was just beginning. This time, when his mouth found the pleasure point of her breast, his hand traveled across her swollen belly, down to the juncture of her thighs.

"Don't…." she moaned. "Stop…"

Kevin ignored her demand and pressed his fingers against the soft, damp flesh between her legs as his tongue and teeth continued to dance against her nipple.

"DON'T! …. STOP IT,KEVIN!"

Again, her protest was ignored as two of Kevin's fingers slipped into her heated crevice and began to slowly pump, priming her for orgasm. Her head was rocking against the pillow. Her demands had deescalated into whimpers as her protests dissolved into pleas.

"Please, Kevin… Don't.. Don't.. Stop… Don't.. Don't stop. Don't stop, Kevin. Don't stop…"

He broke away from her then, moved between her legs and began to press his hardness against her, grinding himself slowly and directly upon her small nugget of sexuality. Her wetness mixed with his seminal excretions to create a slippery, heated friction that was almost painful in its pleasure. Kevin watched her begin her ascent and then plunged himself into her tight silkiness, groaning aloud at the sensation of her walls closing around him. He felt like he had barely begun to thrust before he felt himself tighten and pour into her just as her back arched, signaling her deliverance.

The surge of emotion that followed his release was unexpected and cathartic. He collapsed with a shudder, burying his face into the crook of her neck and panting her name against her skin. Then, as he felt Tristan’s fingers on his cheek, he began to cry. He made no attempt to stop his tears or analyze them - he just let them fall as Tristan caressed his face and ran her fingers through his hair. He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. His erection was subsiding inside of her but he wanted for them to remain connected. Soon he felt movement between their bodies and smiled through his tears as tiny limbs made their presence known against his abdomen.

“They want me to get off of you…” Kevin whispered. “I’m too heavy..”

“No…. They like you close - like I do…”

Kevin nodded as he brought Tristan’s fingers down to his lips. “I like it, too.”

*****

Tristan and Kevin were awakened two hours later by Amanda’s screaming as she swung open their door and barged into their room. She was looking at a note she held in her hand.

“Damn, Tristan! What does it take to get you….’

She froze when she realized that Tristan was not alone in bed. Kevin was jerking himself up from Tristan’s body, startled into wakefulness by Amanda’s high pitched wail. Tristan’s eyes flew open as well and she immediately began grabbing at the sheet in an effort to cover herself. Amanda stood, staring wide-eyed as the couple twisted, jerked and pulled at the sheets and Kevin shouted curses. When they finally settled into place, they sat side by side, covered, but obviously nude under the bedclothes. Kevin had tried to wrap part of the sheet around his waist and Tristan sat with a fist full of 300 thread count pima cotton at her throat, unaware that the entire side of her bare body was still exposed, from the top of her head to her thigh. Amanda had not moved except that now her mouth was hanging open. For once, she was speechless.

“Uh…..”

Then another face appeared in the doorway.

“Did you give her the…”

AJ stopped mid sentence when he saw Kevin and Tristan sitting on the bed. Then he broke into a huge grin and sauntered into the room.

“Hey, man! When did you get back? I didn’t hear you come…”

“God dammit, AJ! What the fuck are you two doin’ in here? Don’t you…”

Another voice interrupted Kevin’s explosion.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” Nick did a double take when he got a look at Kevin’s scowling face. “Kev! When did you get back?”

Kevin’s face was growing redder by the minute. Tristan had yet to say a word. She looked as if she were in shock.

A feminine voice echoed from the hallway. “Nick! Where are you?”

“In here, Hol… Talking to Kev and Tris!”

“Jesus Christ…” Kevin muttered.

Holly stuck her head inside the door and grinned. “Well, hi Kevin! I didn’t know you were back!”

“What’s going on in here?” The voice belonged to Mason. He pushed his way into the door and stood beside Amanda. “Well, I’m surprised you’re up this early..” he said sarcastically, glaring at Kevin.

“We WEREN’T!” Kevin yelled. “Helloooooo? Does anybody see anything wrong with this picture?”

The visitors mumbled among themselves for a moment. Then Amanda took a step forward.

“Yeah! You two have a king-sized bed! We only got a queen! What’s with that? Looked to me like a twin would do you two just fine!”

Kevin looked at her like she was crazy. He wanted to jump out of the bed and throw them all out bodily. Unfortunately, his state of undress prevented that. Tristan still stared open mouthed.

“No… That’s not it…” Holly slapped at Nick’s arm. “You know, Nick..” she whispered. “The Kevin Zone…”

“Oh, riiiight!” Nick nodded. “The Kevin Zone….”

“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you all!” Kevin screamed at the crowd. “Does it look to you like Tris and I are ready for a goddamn tea party? We’re not exactly in a position to entertain right now!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Kevin?” Nick asked, puzzled. “What’s this about a tea party?”

“GOD DAMN!” Kevin hurled a pillow across the room. “Where the hell am I? The fuckin’ Twilight Zone?”

“ ‘The Kevin Zone’..” Holly corrected.

Kevin stopped and stared at her in disbelief.

“In case you guys haven’t noticed..” he said, trying to put a lid on his temper, “….Tristan and I are half naked here…”

AJ began to cackle. “Half naked? Half?”

Amanda turned to Mason, speaking seriously. “I saw his butt…” she said.

“Damn, you lucky bitch! I always miss the good shit…” Mason whined back.

“Well….,” AJ crossed his arms and glared at Amanda, annoyed “…I can see Tristan’s ass, right now!”

Tristan gasped and started grabbing for the sheet that covered the mattress. “Oh, God…”

That did it for Kevin. He had started kicking off the sheet as he screamed.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”

The five bodies standing near the door began to turn and slam into each other. The apparent threat of exposure had the desired effect, although Mason did hesitate for a few extra seconds.

Finally, they were gone. Kevin fell back onto the bed, still cursing. When he looked over at Tristan, she still seemed to be in a state of shock.

“Are you all right, baby? Don’t let those assholes upset you…”

“AJ saw my ass…”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, Amanda saw my ass. I don’t think that means we’re engaged now or anything. Besides,” Kevin said as he leaned over to check Tristan out, “… he really didn’t see your ass. He just saw your hip. You're sittin’ on your ass.”

Tristan, in some sort of delayed reaction, finally started to get a little peeved.

“Well maybe I should make him show me his ass so we’d be even!”

Kevin untangled himself from the sheets and bent down to grab a pair of boxers. “I’ve seen it, babe. It ain’t that great….”

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